On nights like this...

When I can't find any of the things I need to write paper a., I can't figure out my statistical software that I need to use for paper b., and I get so incredibly sick of school, I really envy Jack Kerouac. Right now, I would love nothing more to just climb into my car (or someone else's car preferably) and go on some drunken, hedonistic road trip to New Orleans or San Francisco or Portland or something. And sometimes, it scares me how much I want that. I don't think the Kerouac or Edward Abbey I've read this term has been good for me. Or maybe it has. Sometimes, I wish I had no obligations. And I know life doesn't get any easier, and that scares me too.

But on the plus side, I got an A in Pilates, and around 5pm tomorrow, I will only have my Senior Seminar paper to finish and one in class exam. It's just getting to that point that might be hard.

Also, my computer is a champ and I love it so much. I promised to sacrifice my first born if it didn't break last night, and it listened. Good thing I don't want kids anyway, mainly because the idea of responsibility makes me want to go on a drunken hedonistic road trip (see above).

Really, this is what I would like to submit in place of my papers...

I think it would suffice in a political science class.

Tonight I ate about 30 pixie sticks. It's probably a good thing I don't do drugs. I would never, ever be able to stop. I'll keep my sugar and caffeine addiction, thank you very much. Term III, I'm going to the gym on a daily basis, if I can find the time between sleeping in my bed and sleeping in the grass by the puddle. I can't wait. So close...